First, my khakis are wrinkled >:(

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

SHAWN.

What did I tell you? I knew that the Matrix was an actual possibility. Granted, there's no funky tubes attached to the back of my neck, and I still have full use of my eyes and the Super Smeller, but still. My overall theory of a pan-dimensional, imagination based multiverse was not only plausible but correct.

You owe me a churro. Where can I get a churro, around here?

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[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

Be serious.

I kept them in my spare briefcase, which I store under my carseat. I was driving when I got pulled.

Shawn! Do you think I might have caused an accident!? I hope I didn't hurt anybody!

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

Come on, that's not even fair, then. You obviously had an advantage over me. I mean, maybe if I'd been driving and owned a car with storage space and a briefcase and was totally anal like you then maybe I would have more stuff on me.

I do have my phone, anyway. I tried to call you. Did you get my message?

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

That sounds like the talk of someone not interested in clean socks and underwear.

No! And I check my messages every hour, on the hour. I didn't have any from you.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. What, are you going to wear them? Gus, I know we're close, but I don't know how I feel about that.

I mean, for one thing, assuming you have the pair of pineapple boxers I've been missing for three weeks... that shade of green is just not your color.

Yeah, I kind of figured. It was worth a shot. I tried calling Jules, too, and Lassiter, but no luck.

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

...

They're new, Shawn. I did not wash your underwear. We do not have that kind of friendship.

Well, if I were to hazard a guess, I would say that the interdimensional frequencies that make it possible for us to travel here in the first place wouldn't be at all conducive to either the frequency-division multiple access nor the time division multiple access technologies that most companies rely on to create a reliable cell network.

That's just off the top of my head, though.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

Can you please repeat that in words?

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

Don't you read any of the informational pamphlets that come with your phone?

It's like you're trying to throw a baseball at someone in the other room. There's a wall up, no one can catch it.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

You read those?

No, wait, I've met you. Of course you do.

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

Unlike some people, I like to stay informed.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

Seriously?

Okay, whatever, I'm coming over now.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

And dude, where do you think my boxers are?

Do you think maybe Jules has been sneaking into my apartment in the night and taking stuff to add to her Shawn Spencer shrine? Now that I think of it, I couldn't find my salt shaker the morning I got pulled...!!

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

Why would I know where your boxers are?

No, I don't think Juliet has a Shawn Spencer shrine.

Maybe someone was collecting your things for nefarious purposes. Or DNA samples.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

That... that's just creepy. Ew.

Maybe LASSITER has been sneaking into my apartment at night and taking stuff to add to HIS Shawn Spencer shrine!

[mr-ttshowbiz.livejournal.com]

Or making a Shawn Spencer effigy for voo-doo purposes.

[spenstar.livejournal.com]

Aww man, Lassie.

Now we have to get him (AND JULES!!!) here so I can ask him about it.